8.20.14 – 1878 Miles – At A Loss For Words

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAt mid-morning on August 18th, in the farthest reaches of southern Louisiana, the Silver Flash and I came to the end of the road. After 1878 miles we had reached that long-sought though bitter-sweet moment when we could pedal no farther without getting wet. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

A moment alone to think about it, then the celebrations began. Scott Lagasse, my friend and fellow pedaler for Marrow Quest’s last 70+ miles, was joined by my friends from St. Joseph, Missouri – Jeff and Susan Heartling and Kristin Akin. The party amped up even more when Courtney Hurd, Pam Heaton, and Paul Spadaro arrived from Charlottle, North Carolina, bringing balloons and cheers from the Hendrick Marrow Program and Hendrick Motorsports. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA So there I sat, surrounded by congratulatory balloons, on top of the sign I had strived so hard to reach on the 70-day Marrow Quest journey, seeing my friends, all of whom had traveled to that rather bleak, heat-stricken spot in the middle of marshlands and tugboats, to share this moment with me. I stayed up there on my perch for a fair few minutes because I knew when I came down I would have to say something but I was truly at a loss for words to tell them how much their being there meant to me. And what Marrow Quest had grown to mean to me.

That night our end-of-the-road gang was joined by more friends and Marrow Quest supporters from Baton Rouge – Phil Page and Blaine & Cheri Efferson. We gathered at a classy New Orleans eatery where a pyromaniac cooked our dinner. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Early the next morning we all trooped off to TV-Land where the #1 New Orleans News Host, Sally-Ann Roberts did Marrow Quest the honor of adding the 28th signature to the Silver Flash, live on-air.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Sally-Ann is the sibling-match whose marrow donation was the needed key to saving her sister’s life. Sally-Ann’s sister is Robin Roberts, the co-anchor of ABC’s Good Morning America. Both women are passionate supporters of bone marrow donation registration. If they were looking over your shoulder right now as you read this blog they would urge you to contact Be The Match or the Hendrick Marrow Program and get registered. As would Jeff Haertling. As would Kristin Atkin. (

    Contact links at the top of this MARROWQUEST.ORG site


Next stop in the Big Easy: the Gayle and Tom Benson Cancer Center at Ochsner Hospital. To me this was a truly moving event on several levels.

First, they had cookies. Always a hit with me.

They also had a big, beautiful banner to celebrate Marrow Quest’s official finishing line…OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA


And of ultimate importance, and far and away the most meaningful….they had organized a gathering of morrow donors and marrow recipients, together with their doctors, nurses, and clinicians. The front-line troops in the battle against blood cancers. The people who get the important work done.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA It was a high honor to meet them and a huge honor to be recognized by them.

Soon after Marrow Quest’s reception at Ochsner Hospital, the big silver USAirways bird flew me back to Charlotte, North Carolina. No longer was I traveling at The Speed of Steve. This bird flew at 500+ miles an hour. Quite a change from the day before when Marrow Quest’s final miles barely cranked up to double digits.

One last question. The photo from the Ochsner Cancer Center shows me with bone marrow donors and marrow transplant survivors. Cool people all.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Here’s my question: Who goosed the guy in the floppy hat?

MARROWQUEST.ORG will continue and will scale new heights (that’s a hint of what’s to come), so please check back with us again from time to time.

My sincere thanks to all for following Marrow Quest on this site, plus on Facebook and Twitter (@marrowquest). Your support and encouragement has meant a great deal to me.

Be well……….Steve M.

8.17.14 – Marrow Quest at 1868 Miles…One Day To Go

Three days ago my friend Scott Lagasse drove 600 miles from St. Augustine, Florida to join Marrow Quest for the last leg of the journey. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA I’ve known Scott since Moby Dick was a minnow and have stayed at their house so often his wife, the incredible Carol, calls me her second husband. I’m lucky, but not that lucky.

Yesterday was Scott’s second day on the Marrow Quest trail. Right away – Bang! Wham! Whop! – bike problems. We were on the side of the Hwy 23 four-lane trying to figure out the problem and its solution, Scott with his knife, me with my allen wrench, when a pickup pulled to a stop behind us and out stepped a guy in an orange T-shirt, Carlos-call-me-Corky Chauvin. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

“I’ve got tools. What’s your problem?” said Corky by way of introduction, proving once again this world is absolutely packed with good people. We were soon on our way, Scott’s mechanical problems massaged away by Corky.

A couple of towns down the road we stopped at a quick-mart when, from another pickup, a guy in a blue T-shirt got out to ask where we’re headed?, where did we start?, etc. Soon the guy handed me his card, saying if we need anything at all we should give him a call. It’s Drew Dekle, a tug boat captain operating out of Venice, Louisiana, exactly where we are headed. “I know almost everyone in town, so anything you need call me.” OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
Thinking tug captains should by grizzled and weathered, I asked him how long he’s been at that job. “About seven years,” he said. “Three legally.”

I’m finding there is a lot of the ‘wild west’ in southern Louisiana. Think Dodge City with really good food.

A few more miles down the road we were nearing Marrow Quest’s end point and I had to pull over. I do this a lot, knowing full well it drives Scott crazy since he is pretty much an ‘A-to-B and go’ kind of guy. But I knew this was my last full day of pedaling on this Marrow Quest journey and I needed to take some time by myself to do a mental and sensory imprint. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA It wasn’t just this tree I’d likely never see again, or this canal or these fields. It was much more. A particular sense of satisfaction, of completion, of accomplishment. More than just the arrival, it’s remembering the journey, savoring the getting there. It was the many people who had helped. The many people who had thanked me, saying Marrow Quest is helping them.

Life’s greatest rewards are quiet and internal. I needed a quiet, internal moment. On this perfect day. In this perfect setting. At this perfect time.

I’m glad Scott took the picture you see above. There will be times ahead of me in life when I’ll want to remember that moment, that place, that feeling.

Satisfactorily imprinted, we set off, ran over broken glass and I got a flat. My first in over 1800 Marrow Quest miles, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA But I will complain about the ants. I managed to kneel on an ant mound while fixing the tire and evidently the colony of fire ants were none too pleased by my intrusion. Have I ever mentioned how my bike shorts are fairly loose, so there’s enough room for something small – like an ant – to crawl up in there for a look-see and a bite?

In the middle of all the tire & ant excitement, two more pickups stopped to see if we needed help. The first was Drew Deckle, our blue T-shirt friend from up the road. You OK? Need anything? If the bike is broken I can give you a lift….

If we are born into this life with a set amount of certain words and phrases to use, I think this Marrow Quest journey has just about used up my entire lifetime supply of the phrase ‘thank you’. I’ve been helped by enough people to populate a small country. Been offered help by enough people to populate a continent. If the karma of life demands balance in all things, in order to keep the ‘help scales’ even I’m going to be busy as stink helping people for quite a while because I am now way over my head in debt on that particular ledger.

Right after we assured Drew we were fine, though he must have wondered about my squirming, another pickup stopped. This time it was Tammy and Robert Bartholomew, local residents, enquiring if there was anything they could do to help. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Tammy (see photo) was polite enough not to ask why I kept pull at my shorts.

At the end of the day Scott and I met friends of friends I had met in Baton Rouge and were treated to a memorable dinner of fresh seafood and great camaraderie.

Tomorrow, August 18th, will be the day of Marrow Quest’s shortest mileage, but it’s longest journey. Friends arrive here in Venice, Louisiana to witness the last pedal strokes of Marrow Quest. In the morning, rain or shine, the Silver Flash and I will pedal the few remaining miles to the end of the road. Thus will end Marrow Quest. Mileage-wise, at least. In other ways, some known to me now, some to be discovered, the Marrow Quest journey will continue. Just not by bicycle.

I am profoundly grateful to everyone who has taken the time to check out this MarrowQuest.org site and the journey it has chronicled. The blog and photo file updates will continue for a while, so please don’t feel we have to stop seeing each other. After all, we’ve only just met.

Thanks and be well………Steve M.

8.16.14 – Marrow Quest at 1816 Amazing Miles

This blog used to be easier to write. So much easier a thousand miles ago when it was just me and the Silver Flash (the Marrow Quest bicycle) and a road full of questions stretching out in front of me. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I started this journey 68 days ago with no one watching. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
The pedaling part of it will end the day after tomorrow in a crowd of friends, several of whom will be people I met on this journey, people I will know the rest of my life. I’ve met politicians and doctors and health care advocates and people with blood disorders fighting for their lives. The Silver Flash now carries the signatures of 28 of those good, concerned, involved people. Marrow donors and recipients all. Tuesday morning more signatures will be added, one of them will be a live autographing on the morning TV news in New Orleans.

What I’m saying is this: Marrow Quest has grown. And I have grown. My simple journey pedaling a bike has opened my eyes to the journeys of others. Some journeys succeed, others don’t.

For instance, Veronica. In her 40’s with non-Hodgkins lymphoma, her fight for life included two partially matched bone marrow transplants from her brother and sister. But a full match was nowhere to be found in the marrow donor registry.

A few minutes ago I heard Veronica’s fight ended this morning. We are all poorer for her loss.

Someone out there could have been her match. Someone’s marrow could have saved her life. But that person’s cheek swab isn’t in the registry lists. Not yet.

That’s the message Marrow Quest has reinforced in me. We need to build the donor registry. The Veronicas of this world should be able to live their full lives.

The above photo was taken yesterday on a perfect road along the eastern bank of the Mississippi.

Every mile I pedaled yesterday reinforced what I always say – I am the luckiest person I know. It’s true. I’ve seen much of this world and am now seeing, up close and personal, the heartland of America. I’ve survived cancer and much else life has thrown my way to be where I am, doing what I’m doing. The Marrow Quest map will run out in about 50 miles. There will be no road left to stretch out before me. At least not for now, not at this precise spot on our globe. There will be other roads, other journeys.

I can’t wait to see what they are and where they take me.

MARROWQUEST.ORG has had over 10,000 visitors. 10,000 people reading these blogs. 10,000 people knowing of the need. So even after my personal Mississippi River trail ends, there will be others joining the quest, finding their own roads, their own quests.

Marrow Quest will go on. That continuation will be its success regardless of what I personally may have done. People like the lady at the hotel last night who saw my yellow shirt and asked about Marrow Quest. This morning she wanted a Marrow Quest card. She wants to donate, to join the fight to save lives.


Thanks for following Marrow Quest.

Be well………Steve M.

8.13.14 – Marrow Quest at 1743 Miles

Marrow Quest has been on the road for 65 days and 1743 miles. Both those numbers seem big, but in my mind the whole journey has gone by in the blink of an eye. A wild, crazy, wonderful blink of an eye.

The day is coming soon when I’ll turn the Marrow Quest bicycle, the Silver Flash, over to the good folks of the Hendrick Marrow Program for safekeeping and auction, as they see fit. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Photo #1 shows Phil Page signing the bike this evening prior to his serving up an amazing jambalaya dinner at his house in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. His signature makes 27 to-date, all marrow donors, recipients, or about-to-be recipients.

Phil drove over an hour to find me as I pedaled on the road this afternoon, then another hour to bring me back to his house for a big, fun jambalaya feast. My first. In the morning he’ll drive another hour to take us, me and the Silver Flash, back to where he found us so we can continue into New Orleans, then down to the Gulf and the end of the road on the last few miles of this Marrow Quest journey. Photo #2 shows Phil’s friends and neighbors at dinner in his backyard this evening, holding up their ‘BONE MARINARA’ wristbands. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA ‘Bone Marinara’ is Phil’s website chronicling his fight with aplastic anemia. Thus his need for a marrow transplant.

If you aren’t already on the marrow donation registry, sign up now and get your friends to register with you. Speaking as someone who had thirds (thirds!) at dinner tonight, we need to help this totally good guy and magical jambalaya chef.

Go to BETHEMATCH.ORG/REGISTER to sign up to save a life.

Four days ago I didn’t know a single person in photo #2. Now each and every one is a friend. That says a lot about jambalaya. It says a lot more about Phil Page.

It was Phil, whom I had never met, who arranged for me and the Silver Flash to be picked up and brought to Baton Rouge for Mayor Holden’s announcement of a 90-day challenge to get as many Baton Rouge citizens as possible signed up for the Be The Match marrow donor registry. It is a great civic initiative and I was truly proud to represent Marrow Quest at the press conference. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Here’s a challenge: Try to pin-point Mayor Holden in the photo.

The Silver Flash and I had a truly great day today pedaling through some memorable Louisiana countryside. Between Baton Rouge and New Orleans there is much to be seen.

For instance, this little barber shop. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA See that chair camera-left of the door in the photo? It’s in that shady spot so people can sit outside on a warm Louisiana day and maybe snack a little while they wait for whatever might come down the road. What’s on the ground around the chair? Oyster shells. Only in Louisiana.

As I pedaled, I saw houses.

Some quite grand…

Some not so grand…

And some where the yard needed a good trimming…

Wherever I looked today, wherever I stopped, there was always something interesting, something ‘Louisiana’ to remind me how lucky I am to be where I am, doing what I’m doing. This journey has become so much more than I thought it would be. For those who have followed this blog, I’m glad I could share a few of my discoveries with you along the way.

The Mississippi levee on one side…sugarcane fields on the other…and Marrow Quest in the middle.


Thanks for your interest in Marrow Quest.

Be well………..Steve M.

8.12.14…Schmoozing the Mayor…and Spaghetti-Eating Chickens

No pedaling today for Marrow Quest. Instead I’ll be spreading the message of registering for bone marrow donation at a press conference with the mayor of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I’m sure meeting me will be the highlight of his day.

The highlight of my day, at least prior to meeting the mayor, has been watching the spaghetti-eating chickens enjoy their breakfast. See Photo. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
I’ve never really wondered how chickens eat spaghetti, but now I know. They sling it around with gusto until it’s gone, much the same way Andrew Page, age 8, did at dinner last night. See photo. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

It’s because of Andrew’s dad, Phil Page, that I get to meet both the mayor and the chickens. Phil needs a bone marrow transplant and the good folks at Be The Match are doing everything they can to find him a match, as they do for the many thousands of others in similar circumstances. They’ve organized a region-wide, 90-day, marrow donor registration drive here in Baton Rouge. I’ll be Phil’s stand-in with the mayor since Phil is up in Baltimore at the National Institute of Health for a marrow biopsy today. I’ll get to meet him tomorrow. In fact, his plan is to find me out on the road tomorrow, bring me back to Baton Rouge for a hot shower and dinner with his family…wife Angela, kids Madison, Caitlyn, Hannah, and Andrew…then haul me and the Silver Flash back to wherever he found us so we can continue pedaling toward the Marrow Quest finish line south of New Orleans in the morning.

The hospitality of everyone in Louisiana has been eye-opening. Last might I stayed with Phil’s neighbors, the Effersons. It was Cheri Efferson’s delicious spaghetti young Andrew was slinging around last night. The spaghetti-eating chickens live in the coup in the Efferson’s back yard, along with their donkey and their four friendly dogs. Their two cats live in the house where they’ll stay until they are physically large enough so the local owls can’t carry them away.

Louisiana. Truly a great place.

Speaking of being well taken care of, yesterday the Silver Flash received expert care and attention by Justin Weber at Pedal Play Bicycles here in Baton Rouge. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA It’s been about 600 hard miles sine her last check-up and Justin took great care to make sure all was 100% for the last few hundred miles of this amazing and rewarding Marrow Quest journey.

A week from now I will pedal Marrow Quest’s final miles. Life will go on but I will miss so much about this quest that has become a part of my life. The people. The places. The memories. The sights. The challenges.

I am so, so fortunate to have had the opportunity to take this journey. Thank you for following along.

Be well……..Steve M.

8.11.14 – Something Good On The TV

If you read the blog from yesterday – Marrow Quest at 1642 Miles – you know I once again got caught in a bit of a rain storm. How much of a ‘rain storm’? The man who gave me a lift in his pickup said when he drove through it he had to have his wipers on maximum speed just so he could see where he was going.

From that you can understand how wet I got pedaling away under the soaking clouds. Which leads to something I’ve discovered during this Marrow Quest journey: The unintended usefulness of flat-screen TVs.

Due to all the heat they generate, flat-screen TVs make effective clothes dryers. See photo. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I didn’t discover the usefulness of flat-screens just last night after the rain. I’ve been using them almost every night of this journey after doing my laundry in the motel sink. I wring the clothes out, drape them over the TV, mute the sound, and go to sleep. In the morning, dry clothes. And warm too.

And here’s another selling point on getting a really big flat-screen: You can dry more laundry.

So when you hear people say there’s nothing good on TV, tell them they need better laundry.

Thus ends my traveler’s tip for the day.

Time to get out there and pedal, pedal, pedal.

Thanks for following Marrow Quest.

Be well………Steve M.

8.10.14 – Marrow Quest at 1642 Miles – Natchez, Mississippi

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Today, for the first time in my life, I found myself wondering what the onset of heat stroke might feel like. The Mississippi hills between Vicksburg and Natchez seemed to be getting progressively harder to climb than they ought to be (I ended up with over 1500 feet of climb today), and getting back on the Silver Flash after a water break – see above photo – was also getting harder than it ought to be. But I was sweating up a Mississippi flood and I’ve always heard heat stroke happens after you stop sweating, so I figured I was still good to go.

In the middle of my heat stroke wonderings, a pickup pulling a speedboat slowed after passing me on Mississippi Highway 61 south, did a U-turn, came back behind me, did another U-turn, then pulled up beside me. The tinted passenger window whirred down and a bottle of ice water appeared, held out to me in a lady’s hand. “You look like you might need some help,” said a honey-coated southern voice.

The kindness of strangers; without it this Marrow Quest journey would have been up a creek many miles ago.

Later in the day I met another kind stranger. This time it wasn’t the heat. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA I was on the Natchez Trace – a truly beautiful, limited access, historic road – trying to make it to Natchez before dark. My prospects weren’t looking good. Pedaling as hard as I could, I was caught in a dark and thundering monsoon of a downpour and fighting a battering headwind with about 15 of my planned 40 Natchez Trace miles still in front of me. Rain jacket or not, I was as wet to the skin as Michael Phelps.

Again a pickup truck stopped. Again I was asked if I needed help. I was feeling like a deflated balloon and must have looked it because, before he let me out in Natchez, the driver, whose name I’m sorry I didn’t make a note of, asked if I needed money for food or anything.

I’ll remember that man’s considerate and concerned offer even when the details of Marrow Quest grow cloudy in my mind…and at this hour of the night, after a l-o-n-g day in the saddle, what’s left of my mind is growing cloudier by the minute.

Good night and thanks for following Marrow Quest.

Be well……….Steve M.

8.9.14 – Marrow Quest at 1572 Miles…Do Birds Fly In Thunderstorms?

Pedaled just 23 miles today. 23 wet miles. For about three hours I took refuge on the tin-roofed porch of a farm shed set in the middle of cotton fields. No luck waiting for the lightning and rain to ease. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Seemed a setting worthy of Faulkner.

Am I wrong in thinking birds don’t fly much in thunder storms? Anyway, when the birds started coming out the optimist in me took it as a sign the rain would ease.

Pedal, pedal, pedal.

Splash, splash, splash.

Cars & trucks passed me with rooster tails like hydroplanes.

My country road eventually merged with Interstate 20, putting me on the shoulder of a weather-darkened 70 MPH multi-lane in the middle of a thunder storm. Potentially not such as good deal. However, due to lane closures on the I-20 bridge crossing the Mississippi River about two miles ahead, all the cars and trucks were at a virtual stand-still. This made the Silver Flash the fastest bad boy on the road. I wish I could have heard their comments as I pedaled by.

The forecast calls for three more days of rain on my route south toward Baton Rouge and New Orleans. A replay of Minnesota, only warmer.

To date, this journey has been very much ‘at the speed of Steve.’ However, now that the finish line is approaching, there are additional scheduling considerations. Because of this, in order to make up for yesterday’s rain problems I need to try to pedal 70+ miles today. That would make today my longest day so far. Feels like a bit of a leap into the unknown. The next blog post will tell how my plan for today worked out.

Hoping the weather channel is wrong, I thank you for following Marrow Quest.

Be well……….Steve M.
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA PHOTO: On the bank of the Mississippi, outside Dorena, Missouri, with a river barge in the background.

10 out of 10…Making Progress, 8.9.14

When I crossed the state line from Arkansas into Louisiana the day before yesterday, I was a happy camper. Kicking-up-my-heels happy. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

When originally laying out the Marrow Quest route, I discovered the Mississippi River bordered ten states in its journey from Lake Itasca in Minnesota, to the Gulf of Mexico in Louisiana. Ten states. When the number is blurted out like that it seems like a really long way.

Now, almost suddenly, here we were in Louisiana. Me and my partner, the Silver Flash. The Silver Flash had turned a wheel in all ten Mississippi River states. A WOW moment for the two of us.


There is still a distance to go. Cities, towns, and country roads still ahead. Then, finally, about a week from now, all the roads will be behind us. Nothing but the Gulf of Mexico in front of us. The final number of pedaled miles won’t be known until the Silver Flash and I stand together on that spot at the absolute end of the road.

I’m looking forward to it.

I promise there’ll be a picture. Or two.

Thanks for following Marrow Quest.

Be well………Steve M.

8.8.14 – MARROW quest at 1549 Miles – Not Alone In This

Woke up this morning, looked out the window at the clear blue skies over Lake Providence, Louisiana and thought it’d be a good day for a bike ride. Of course, I’ve been thinking the same thing just about every day for the last two months, rain or shine.



In Marrow Quest’s so-far 1549 miles of pedaling I’ve seen much, learned much, and have gotten some good advice.

Here’s some of the good advice… OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

What I’ve learned is this: Marrow Quest isn’t really my journey. I’m just the one pushing the pedals. There are so many people making this journey with me. I discover more and more of them every day. One I discovered today: Olivia Payne.


Olivia joined Marrow Quest as stand-in for a friend of hers, Cheryl White. Cheryl, mother of four fire-balls aged from 3 to 14, can’t physically join Marrow Quest right now. She’s in Houston being treated for leukemia. Looking for the bone marrow match that’ll fix things so her kids won’t lose their mom.

Olivia knows how bone marrow transplants work. Her nephew, as a college student, donated the bone marrow that saved the life of a 2-year-old boy. Her nephew is now 28. He and the young boy are buddies now. Good buddies. Always will be.

Olivia and her husband Freddy own and run The Farmhouse @Transylvania, in Transylvania, Louisiana. For miles around it’s the best place to go for breakfast or lunch. Why don’t they serve dinner? Olivia explains: “We serve working men. We’re farmers and we serve farmers. They can’t go home for lunch because their wives are out working too.”

That’s it right there in a nutshell, folks. Everyone’s busy. Working. Striving. Planning. Playing. Going crazy trying to get the kids to bed. Nonstop hustle-and-bustle busy. Until you aren’t. Until you can’t be. Until you’re in Houston with your backside hanging out of a hospital gown. Hoping. Waiting. Praying for the good news.

The good news that a donor match has been found.

The great news that your kids won’t lose their mom.

Where do the doctors get those names of life-saving marrow matches? From a list in Minneapolis. A list compiled and maintained by Be The Match.

Registering as a potential donor is a simple, simple deal. You contact Be The Match at www.bethematch.org/join. They send you four sterile cotton swabs which you rub inside your cheeks. Your mouth cheeks. You’ll want to remember that part. You send the packet back to Be The Match where your swabs are analyzed, categorized, recorded, and archived. That’s it…you’re registered. If you are lucky, at some point in time you’ll get the call telling you you’re a match. Your bone marrow can save a life. Maybe a two-year-old boy. Maybe a mom of four.

All this scientific expertise is an expensive process on the Be The Match side, so they ask for a processing fee. Fair enough. But find a marrow donor registration drive in your area and the processing fee can oftentimes be reduced. Meaning you can register to save a life at bargain rates. Save money while saving a life. Now that is a deal.

As soon as I sign off on today’s blog I’ll think of something else to say. With luck I’ll remember it tomorrow. So check back tomorrow. See if I remembered.

Thanks for following Marrow Quest.

Be well……….Steve M.

PS: A small bonus for those who actually read all the way to the end of this entry: A photo of last night’s sunset over Lake Providence, Louisiana. It was what I watched during dinner. Truly, life is good. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA